I’m sick of writing about self-help, my entire interest in writing about self-help was driven by the fact that I was trying to convince myself that I was okay and things were fine. I was deluding myself into thinking that I was writing about it because I wanted to or for other people to help them. In reality, it was like I was looking into a mirror talking to myself, but the entire time I didn’t realize I was talking to myself.
I guess that’s what it means to live with your eyes closed, it’s not seeing what’s right in front of you. Lying to yourself that it’s not all about you when in actuality everything is, everything. You’re the main character in the movie and the filter you see the world through is the one you see yourself through. Any hate is self-hate. Luckily all you need is love, selfish love for yourself and what you want to do. Delighting yourself delights God.
Hatchum 